A senior citizen on a fixed low income, I live in an ole people’s inmate center. A multitude of us here are impaired in many ways, and I shop for my friends without cars in my antique. At the Turnpike Vons, I suggested to the lady behind me with two items that she go ahead of me, but she declined. I told her about how I do favors for the old ladies in my complex who can’t drive and am happy to do it. My neighbor charges money for these things; I do it because it is the nice thing to do.

Out in the parking lot, a large van was near my 1988 Crown Victoria, and the driver rolled down her window. After wondering “Uh oh, what did I do?” I went over, and she handed me a $100 bill, saying “Here, this is for you because you are such a nice person.” I thought this was the nicest thing that has ever happened to me, other than my sons, of course. Magical for this time of year.


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